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[found this on a desktop document – forgot I’d written it, sometime earlier this year]

they thought they were someonethey hoped they were someonethey imagined they didn’t care at allabout whether they were someone or not,only that they made their sound, sounded their unique flesh-mind,just as I watch my fleshy, skin-draped fingersflex slow-motive and metaphysical – what is it?what is it all? how does it coalesce…

revelation in a bug, a buzzing euangelion, a crack-refracted liturgy gazing out of compound eyes, sight multivalent (it feels many voices) –

insectile ontoreceptors rampant weigh me in balance upon this micro-segment of timeslice, the silk-fine crosshair-capture of a para-spatial cube-sphere whirring near my ear, the one behind my closed eyes.

thank God for Immanuel!thank God for Immanuel!go ahead,bind and gag,bind and gag.thank God for Immanuel!I’ll shout it through the dirty rag.all the gulfing chasms between usbridged by a yearning star burning near!I’ll die on a choked and muffled praise in my mouththank God for Immanuel!and you’ll think I begged for my life.